I tried the drawers until I came to what I was looking for, my aunties underwear, although not the sort that would make you hard at first glance I too... the sexiest pair of panties she owned. They were black with a silky bow on and I unzipped my jeans and wrapped them around my cock, whilst starting to wank myself into them. I started to fantasise about my Aunt stroking my cock, closing my eyes to help me visualise the mental image I had. As I was pleasuring myself I opened my eyes for a split. .. bastard. The bleeder was into her pants before poor Bethany really knew what was going on; I told you she was very naïve and had no idea how the buggers work. He'd given her all the old flannel, "you're such a beautiful young woman" and "my wife doesn't understand me." Do I have to spell it all out?" No not really, standard office wolf stuff. Most women see through it though!" I pointed out."Unfortunately not when they are as naïve as Bethany. You know, they didn't even have a TV set in the. Far more women than men objected to the morality of enslavement. In the end I found that my jury was to consist of nine men and three women."Counsel for plaintiff and defendant being present, the jury having been sworn in and all interested parties being present, let us proceed."Plaintiff's counsel made his opening statement."We will show that this defendant is insolvent, that she owes the plaintiff more than ten thousand dollars and that plaintiff is now her sole creditor. We will further show. Still, two was her limit. But it hadn’t been her limit Saturday. He felt her sweetness fill his hand for another minute, the hairs pressed against his palm, his fingers reaching her butt.“May I?” he managed to ask. He wanted her to writhe again for his pleasure -- his extreme pleasure -- but he didn’t want to take his pleasure without her consent. She’d forgiven his cluelessness; he didn’t want to ask her to forgive his selfishness. She nodded, generously giving him permission.He took that.